Shadow, hard work is the only way I'll get to the heavyweight championship. That's why I'm the one fighter in Philadelphia doing roadwork on Saturday night. I'm the only one chasing these chickens & doing calisthenics in the gas- light. I could be on the town, a pretty lady in my lap & my arm around another. Instead, I'm sparring with you while other fighters are out two- stepping. Ring the bell, Mr. Might- Be Negro Champion. I got this dance.